The Regretevator writing dump / oneshots (regretefic)

Cleaning old mold

"MEW MEOW MEOW MEW (I DONT GET IT.) " Dr.Retro slammed her fist against the desk in frustration, getting up and pacing around her small office as the lowly yet mysterious rock, MR, watched her "MEW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MROEW?? MEOW MEOW MROEW..(I MADE SURE HE TOOK THE MEDICINE?? HOW THE FUCK..)"

"Perhaps it's not strong enough?" MR inquired

"Meoww meow meow meow meow mew meow. Meow meow meow MEW meow mreow meow?? Meow meow's meow meow mew meow meow meow MEOWMOEW. Mew, meow meow meow meow mew mrow...MEW MEOOWWWWWW MEOW MROW MEW- (Well giving him a stronger dose is the easy option. But have you NOT seen his face?? His body's having a horrible time adjusting to the current medicine even though it's the WEAKEST. Plus, I saw blood on his sheets and it smelled of meat so that's already is too suspicious.. YA ALLAHHH I JUST CANT RIGHT NOW-)"

"Hm, perhaps someone brought it to him? Who was the last visitor."

"Meow mew... mew mow mow meow meow meow 'mreow' meow..mew meow meow meow meow mew meow mreow mrow mew?? HISS MEOW MEOW MROW MEOW. meow meow mew mrow mew..(lampert...but the guy won't even get near people due to 'unsanitary' stuff..but at the same time he cares for infected so maybe infected asked for raw meat or something?? GAHH THIS IS TOO COMPLICATED. I'm just gonna go check up on him..)"

"I'll come with yo-"

"Meow. (No.)" Dr.Retro glared, while she loved her husband MR very much, she didn't trust it AT ALL near people, so she'd rather keep safe as she shut her office door and walked across the hallway to get to infected's room, she creaked it slowly, seeing how dark it is. She adjusted her eyes to the darkness and stepped in further.

There was nothing but scratches on the wall and a scuffed bed. Other than that. Infected was not to be found.

He had escaped.

...

...

Lampert zoomed through infinite ikea palace, past his little makeshift 'wall' wearing a squeaky clean ikea worker shirt that he definitely didn't steal from one of his faceless employees (he killed them off quickly before they could even notice.) he looked like he was looking for something..

Like a mess to clean, but what he was truly looking for was much more messy and bigger. Something like..that large base constructed by sofas and other indoor house items in the corner.

He slowed his pace down as he stood front of what looked like to be the main entrance, a large thick yet flexible metal sheet. He brought his hand to trace the feeling of the metal entrance, staring at the blurred reflection of himself, the reflection of the scribbled fake yet permanent polite smile and empty dull eyes.

He pushed the metal sheet aside, wearing the wobble reverberate through the air as he took a step in, seeing two rather lovely female players attempt to bake something in the oven, before one of them turned around and almost screamed in both shock and false fear to the sight of lamperts dark silhouette contrasting against the harsh store lights behind him, they both soon calmed down when they realized that it wasn't in fact those wretched employees, but rather the little lamp.

"Oh god! You scared us there..uhh-"

"-Lampert?" The other pointed, giving a recognizing stare "I haven't seen you since..forever!"

"Lampert??"

"Oh yeah! You know when I said I came through an elevator? Well every time I arrived here lampert would always stay there, and well..that's him."

"Then what the hell is he doing here??"

"Ah- seems like I disturbed something" lampert finally spoke out, placing his hands behind his back to seem a little more 'formal' in a sense "sorry, I just got curious..I don't often see...this in my home." Lampert said the last letter with a little more goodness, leaving the unfamiliar player a little on edge.